"Inanimate Know-How" lyrics

Choices and the voices of their wine lips
Riding in the backseat of your closet ship
Feeding while they're eating all our innocence

And I know that this is real life
In the backyard, on the love seat, with the TV, and the cellar
And I know that this is real life
And I am talking to the sofa and the soda machine
And they's is giving up logic that I've never seen though
Won't you let me in on your secret in the cellar, cause it was playing fortune teller
I got a reason that I'm giving up everything that I ever owned, or I ever got, or you ever gave me